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Sex of My Dreams

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This story is written from true life events, which I (Aliyah) have encouragingly been asked to submit and update as I see fit. 🙂 We thank everyone for reading.

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Hot damn! What started as a little innocent internet flirting ended up in the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my short life.

I’d all but given up my search for decent, fuckable men in my area and then out of the blue he turns up. Just turned 18 in August; a mere baby. At first, I was thinking that he wouldn’t have the slightest idea how to please a woman, or that he wouldn’t have any interest in a larger woman like me. However, since I had nothing better to do, I decided to give him a go, and god! I’m so glad I did.

It was 2:30 in the morning when we started talking and by 3:15 he had me convinced to come pick him up and drive around for a while. As I was pulling up to his apartment I saw him walking and right away I thought, “He’s short, and damn he needs to eat some more.” But then he opened the door to my car and stuck his head inside.

“Hey,” he said and smiled. His face and his smile were enough to knock me off my feet. He’s Hispanic, just the way I like ’em, and he had his left eyebrow pierced. I started to get nervous. We drove around for a while, talking about music and whatever little thing I could find to fill the silence with. We made it all the way to the park and some guy yelled to me, “Hey you don’t have your lights on!” Oh lord, I was so nervous when I saw him I forgot to turn my lights back on. That could’ve resulted in a ticket, which would’ve made the situation even worse.

Oh well. Finally, I said, “If you give me a call tomorrow, you can come over to my house, if you want.” I really was thinking that after seeing me he wouldn’t want to come over. I dropped him back off at his apartment and went home dripping wet. The second thing I did after locking the door behind me was to go straight to my room, drop my clothes, and spread some lube over my throbbing clit. I don’t think my pussy has ever been that hot; if I had been outside in the cold, there probably would have been steam rising from it. I spent a good half hour using my vibrator imagining the ways he would fuck me tomorrow, if he called at all. Finally, I couldn’t bear to hold my orgasm in any longer, and I came with my face stuffed in a pillow so I wouldn’t wake up anyone else in the house. It was the most explosive orgasm I’ve had….well, since ever. I had to change my sheets because of the huge wet spot I left on the bed.

The next day, I woke up at 12 PM and immediately went on the internet hoping to catch him. He wasn’t on when I signed on, but almost right after I got there, he signed on and sent me and IM saying he couldn’t wait to see me later that night. I giggled with glee behind my computer and sent him an IM back telling him to call me when he was ready.

I’m sure you all know how it feels to have to wait for something you want. Well let me tell you, it was seven hours of pure torture that I had to wait for that boy to call me. Seven hours, and I used my vibrator twice. I was one horny little slut by the time he finally called me.

So I popped in my car and went to pick him up, and he looked just as hot as he had the night before. I was positively vibrating with sexual energy. I felt like I could barely drive. Lucky thing he doesn’t live too far from me. We got to my house and I immediately broke out the alcohol. Stupid me, I only had one bottle of the black cherry stuff, but luckily he didn’t want any and I downed the whole bottle rather quickly.

We went to my room and I put in a movie to fill the silence for a while. I looked his body up and down as he watched the movie but I knew he could see me looking because when I turned away I felt his eyes on me. He was skinny, but I love the feel of hipbones grinding into me. I smiled at him like the cat that ate the canary and told him to take off his shirt. I wanted to feel those hipbones for myself.

His body wasn’t really muscled, but the hipbones made up for it. I knew either my ass or my pussy was going to be bruised at the end of the night. “Bring it on,” I thought and I straddled his thin body, grinding my pussy against him; just a little though. God, think of the embarrassment if I left a stain on his shorts! He was lying underneath me, and looking a little smug as he lifted my shirt up and then I took it off completely. I unsnapped my bra and he tore it off my body, throwing it haphazardly to the side. He grabbed my tits and started squeezing for all his little hands were worth. My nipples got hard the moment his thumb brushed one of them and he noticed the change. He roughly pulled me closer to him and locked his mouth onto my nipple.

Ordinarily, my nipples aren’t bedava bahis very sensitive, but when he pulled gently with his teeth, lord, what a sensation. I think my pussy must have gotten even hotter as he switched nipples and then proceeded to leave a huge hickey on my left breast.

I could feel the moisture trapped in my silky undies and I lifted off him. He tried to help me undo his belt and I slapped his fingers away. “Let me,” I said to him or some fool thing like that. I unbuckled his belt as quick as I could and he lifted his ass so I could slip them off. I could hardly wait to see what lay beneath his boxer briefs.

He wanted me to suck him off, but I said, “I don’t blow strangers.” I finally slid his boxers down his hips and the first words out of my mouth were, “Holy shit!” It wasn’t that he was long, he was just incredibly thick. To use a popular description, his cock was as big around as a beer can. I don’t think my mouth would have even opened far enough to get him all in.

I pulled his boxers down even further and started stroking that monster. I teased him for a while, bringing my lips close to his cock but never actually touching it. I breathed across it, stuck my tongue out and brought it close, oh so close, to the huge head, but I didn’t touch him once. It was difficult to control myself, but I wanted him to come over again, and if I sucked his cock now, he might not feel the need to come back.

Before we had gotten together today, he had told me his favorite position was from behind. I got off the bed and took off my black underwear and my skirt. “Come on then,” I told him. “I wanna feel that huge cock stretch the shit out of me.” He stepped out of the boxer briefs and I realized I had forgotten the condom. By this time, I wasn’t in my right mind, and I totally forgot how to put on a condom. My hands were shaking and I couldn’t roll it down. Finally, he took over and in one smooth move, he pushed it all the way down his cock, which had grown even larger since the first time I had seen it.

He pulled me to him, my ass hitting up against his monster, the side of my face pressed against his, and he softly brushed his fingertips across my nipples. We kissed, not really a passionate one, but I could feel the heat coming from him. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

His soft touches quickly turned rough and he squeezed my nipples hard. Nearly throwing me down onto the bed, he took as much of my ass cheeks in his hands as he could and squeezed. He spread my thighs apart and seemed to be taking a look at my dripping cunt. Suddenly, I felt the tip of his thick cock start to push at my slit and as is slid little by little inside of me, I screamed into my comforter in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It felt even bigger than it had looked and when I thought he could go no further, I felt him push against my womb and his balls pressed into my throbbing clit.

What I had seen was him, only half hard. He was a keeper. I clenched my muscles around him, almost feeling the ridges in his cock. He stayed absolutely still for a few moments, maybe allowing my tunnel to get used to his girth. Then all of a sudden, he began thrusting. Every time he thrust into me, he hit my womb, and tears started to form in my eyes.

After a while, it stopped hurting and all I could feel was the wave of pleasure that swept over me every time he pushed himself inside. The whole time we were fucking I was moaning, “Ay dios, oh god!”

“Harder,” I screamed at him in Spanish and he sped up his pace, his balls slapping audibly against my clit, which by now felt ready to explode.

It was not long before I came, screaming and writhing underneath him, my hands clutching desperately to the sheets. He never stopped once, just kept fucking me, and I let loose a string of Spanish obscenities at him as he abused my pussy and my clit. I almost longed for him to finish with me, but the adrenaline built back up as he continued to fuck me. That’s when I started pushing back. I pushed my ass back at him as he impaled me, our bodies slammed together loudly.

The first thing he said in all that time was, “That’s right, my little gordita, fuck me back.” His hands spread my ass cheeks, which jiggled with each movement we made together, and I could feel another orgasm coming. The pleasure built and surged through my body and I came again. And STILL, he kept on going. I was going to kick his leg and make him stop, but finally he exploded filling the condom and I could feel his cum oozing out of my hole and dripping down my leg. Neither of us moved for what seemed like hours. My cunt was twitching around him, squeezing any last drops of cum out of his softening dick. I collapsed on the bed and he collapsed on top of me; we stayed like that casino siteleri for a long time.

Finally, when both of us had begun to breathe normally, and my legs had stopped shaking, he got off me and reached for some toilet paper I kept next to the bed. He was gentleman enough to pull off a wad and hand it to me, and I quickly shoved it between my legs. I stumbled to the bathroom and spent a good ten minutes cleaning myself up. My pussy ached from the stretching he had given me. When I returned to my room, he was all dressed looking as if nothing had happened.

I really didn’t know what to say to him besides, “Damn!” He just smiled at me, and waited for me to get dressed. I did and then I collapsed on the bed, the part where there wasn’t a wet spot. He layed next to me and we kissed, this time passionately. His hand caressed my face and brushed back the stray hairs that were nearly plastered to my face with sweat. Pulling away, I asked him, “Are you sure you’re only 18?” He laughed at me and showed me his I.D.

As soon as I was feeling able to drive, I said, “Let’s go.” We drove off to his apartment and I dropped him off.

“When do you wanna get together again?” he asked me and I laughed. “I don’t know how much more of you I can handle.” I wasn’t even joking; my whole body was sore from the fucking he had given me.

He laughed and said, “I’ll call you,” and I just nodded in agreement.

Wednesday night, we met at a park that’s a block from my house. He told me to wear a skirt and no underwear, so I did and sat on a picnic table waiting for him to show up. It was dark and there was no one around, so I didn’t mind as the wind blew my skirt further up my legs and I felt it as it blew across my pussy.

He finally got there and without hesitation turned me away from him, forcing me to kneel on the bench and bend over the table. My legs were already spread and my pussy was dripping wet just waiting for him. He unzipped his pants and stuck his already hard pole into me. He fucked me on that picnic table, just as hard as he had in my bed, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loud. We both came pretty quickly and I think I left fingernail marks in that table from holding in my screams.

Thursday came, and once again, I found myself in my car, going to pick him up. My new nickname for him is Energizer Bunny and when I told him about it, he just laughed. We went to a deserted wood that’s outside of the city limits, as we both can’t get enough of the thrill of outdoor sex.

In the time that it took us to get there, he put his hand between my thighs and just let it rest there; the simple gesture had me so distracted that I almost forgot where I was going. I reached my hand over to him and unzipped his pants, releasing his raging, throbbing cock. I let my thumb brush over the head of it oh so slightly, just enough to cause his breathing to increase and tiny drops of pre-cum to form. I ran my finger through them, and brought the finger to my mouth; his eyes never left my face as I licked my finger clean and said, “Mmmm.”

We finally got to the park; I decided to take the plunge and let his monstrous cock into my mouth, right in the car. I teased him for a while, blowing and just barely letting my tongue touch him; his hand tangled in my hair, urging me to stop the torture and take it all. My mouth barely fit around the thickness of his shaft; I was afraid I would hurt him with my teeth. But ever so slowly, I lowered my mouth down and down, trying desperately to reach the end, but knowing that the task was impossible. I had less than half of his swollen member in my mouth and my gag reflex was already resisting him.

His hand in my hair was becoming more urgent as I let my tongue caress his large vein, almost begging him to be quick about coming so I could relax my jaw. But I should have known better; nothing is quick with him. I sucked like a child with a good piece of candy, lapping up the salty pre-cum from his head as I tried even harder to completely swallow that huge pole.

My fingertips played lightly over his balls, eliciting moans and squirming from him, and I felt sure that he would cum at any moment. Amazingly, he didn’t and my jaw was beginning to make loud popping noises as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. Desperate to make him cum, I stopped sucking and let my hand work his cock while I licked his stomach, which brought shivers but still no cum. I even tried talking dirty, “I want you to fill my mouth with cum so I can swallow it.” Begging, “Come on, you know you want to.” He just smiled and continued to relax, while he again brought his hand to my head, as if saying, “Stop talking and get sucking.”

I opened my mouth as far as I could and slid it over his cock once bahis siteleri again, trying frantically to suck it all down and finally settled for sucking, with my tongue rapidly pressing against his vein; he seemed to like that. Finally, in a frenzied burst of energy, I sucked hard and long and it seemed I stopped breathing for a moment as I desperately sucked that monster. I stopped thinking about hurting him; I just abandoned myself to the feeling of his silken shaft in my mouth.

I came back to my senses as I felt his cock jerk and I braced myself to swallow his load. He exploded into my mouth, a Spanish cuss word issuing from his throat as he threw his head back, still holding onto my hair. Jet after jet of hot, thick, salty cum was shot into my mouth. I desperately tried to swallow it all, but nearly choked on the quantity.

Finally, the stream subsided and I swallowed the rest of it. I didn’t even notice that during that time, my lips had partly opened and some cum had escaped them, dribbling down my chin. We were both breathing hard, and I licked his whole shaft shiny and clean again, while his hand on my head started to caress my hair like I was a little puppy dog.

He looked down at me smiling, and I slowly licked the cum from my lips. I used my finger to scoop up the leftovers on my chin and that too I put in my mouth, swallowing that last precious fluid. Looking briefly at my cell phone, I saw that a whole hour had gone by since the time we had arrived at the woods and now. I laughed and said, “Time sure flies when you’re having fun.” And he noticed then too and laughed with me.

It was 10:15 and no one is supposed to be at the woods past 10, so we left quickly; glad that no police had come to check. “You up for anything more tonight?” he asked and I nodded as my trembling hands fumbled to light a cigarette. We drove back to my house, and as soon as we were safely inside my room, he pushed me onto the bed.

His cock was still hard as he pressed down into me; the seam of my jeans pressing against the light material of my panties. I lifted his shirt and anxiously dug my fingernails into the smooth skin of his back, eager to feel him inside of me. He must have got the message because he took off his shirt and pants in record time, as I struggled out of my jeans and panties, leaving my shirt on.

And just as I had teased him earlier, he teased me now, putting one finger on my aching clit and rubbing roughly against it. He replaced the finger with his thumb and I felt two fingers slide into my already damp pussy. I moaned as he began to pump these two fingers in and out of my dripping hole, his thumb putting unbearable pressure on my clit.

I bucked my hips, begging him to sink his still hard cock into me. He’s such the strong, silent type, because as I lay there on my back, helplessly letting his hand work me, all he did was smile down at me and increase the speed. “Do you like that?” he asked in a whisper.

“I would like it better if you had your huge cock inside of me,” I said breathily. “Please.” He acknowledged my request, and withdrew his fingers from me. I waited for him to plunge his cock into my depths, but it seemed he had other plans. My legs were hanging off the side of the bed and I used them to pull him to me. He spread his body over mine, still not entering me, but letting his mouth fuse with mine. I felt as if I were on fire as his tongue explored my mouth, playfully flitting around.

His mouth never left mine as I felt him begin to slide into my steaming pussy; my kiss urging him to move faster, harder. Finally, he was all the way inside and he broke the kiss, raising up to thrust himself into my hole. Each time he entered, I felt a wave of pleasure. He went harder, and faster and I knew orgasm would soon come to me. All I could hear was the “slap, slap” of his body against mine and the rush of my own heartbeat in my ear. His arms circled my thighs as he brought his body into mine and I pushed back in rhythm, my body jerking with the movement.

I lost all thoughts as I felt the tide of orgasm sweep over me; I only know that my hips were lifted off the bed and I was screaming his name over and over as I writhed. Gradually, I returned to myself and he was still thrusting away. Finally, he once again exploded his hot cum deep into my waiting pussy; my muscles were still clamping around his cock in the after-orgasm. He collapsed on top of me, our breathing still ragged, and neither of us moved for quite some time afterwards. I was so tired I almost started to fall asleep, but he made me wake up, reminding me that I still had to take him home. “Can you walk?” I said, my body not even wanting to move an inch. He laughed and said, “No, it’s too cold out.”

Finally, I groaned as he soft cock slid out of me with an audible pop and I attempted to sit up. We kissed again and I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful fuck buddy relationship to come in the future. ‘Cuz you know what they say about the Energizer Bunny…just keeps going, and going, and going…

The Reluctant Lesbian Ch. 01

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When our lips touched, it was pure sugar. I had only ever kissed men – hungry men with hard lips. Kathryn’s lips were soft. Supple. Suckable. Her tongue darted into my mouth, delighting me with its pliant, and then rigid, explorations. It was so new, such a different sensation, to be kissed by a girl. I felt almost like I was drinking rich and yielding air. Her kiss was soft, so soft it was barely there, pulling me in hard and fast with its sweet minty warmth, like gravity from a celestial body. I melted into her as our lips welded together, swimming in pure sensation, not a thought in my erstwhile-troubled mind. Kathryn was a hook-up, a distraction. Or so I believed.

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Jarrett broke up with me while I was still madly in love with him. It’s so hurtful, to fall from being someone’s eternal beloved to being a royal pain in their ass. Sometimes it’s quick — easy come easy go, little high, little low. But with Jarrett, it happened in subtle degrees – the reverse of the boiling frog metaphor.

We met Sophomore year at Northwestern, and spent three undergraduate years consumed in exploring each other, as much as our studies in Biology. We moved in together after college, but whereas Jarrett enrolled in grad school at the University of Chicago to become a surgeon, I went to work for biotech firm.

I didn’t mind his insurmountable loans, or paying the bills, but I did mind losing his attention, and slowly, it just seemed to seep away. We moved to different schedules and drummers. We preferred different circles of friends. Soon, we lived together but in different worlds. It felt tragic, like blood running out of my veins and into the careless grass. Our paths diverged, and instead of finding ways to grow together, Jarrett became less interested in ‘us’. He missed dinners, stopped making dates, took out his school frustrations on me, and became disinterested in sex, or relationship counseling. Each exchange kept getting cooler, until one day, I realized I’d been frozen out.

“Jarrett,” I said one evening at 2am, after he’d tucked himself into the bed. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“What makes you ask me that?” he replied, lying on his back. The moon shone through the blinds, casting slats of blue light on his face. His eyes stared at the ceiling. Not at me, though I lay on my side, facing him. Trying to face him.

“I’m not feeling it,” I said. “That lovin’ feeling.”

Silence. I wondered if he could hear my heart, which had begun to pound. How quickly things were escalating, to nowhere that I wanted to be.

“So what I need to know is, is it gone for good, or are you just going through something? Can you talk to me about it?” I was pleading with him now.

Jarrett inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Not a good sign. The heart knows what it knows, even if the mind reels in denial.

“You don’t have to answer,” I said quickly, regretting the confrontation. Why had I gone and pushed it? Why hadn’t I just let it play out, in it’s own time? Why had I brought this pain on myself? I pinched my forearm in vicious self-hate. You deserve it for pressing him, I thought to myself. Girls don’t chase boys. Boys chase girls. Boys don’t like to be chased. I pinched my other arm.

“No, we have to talk,” Jarrett said. “You’re right, this is not going to get better.” He closed his eyes, and then opened them again, and turned on his side finally to look at me.

“Rachel, I do love you. But I’m not in love with you.”

There it was. I think my heart stopped in that moment.

“I care very much about you.” He reached out and caressed my face. “You are family to me.” He looked away. “But…”

“What changed? What happened? When?” I asked him, now in tears.

“I don’t know, Rachel. It’s just…”

“Just what? Is there someone else?”

Silence.

“What is her name?”

And then, Jarrett smiled. Just thinking of her made him smile, even as we lay there in the wreckage of our relationship. “Beth. Elizabeth.”

“Is she pretty?” I asked. I didn’t know what else to do or say. That was the strategy I instantly adopted in that moment of realizing that I was the loser. I became his best friend instead.

And he went for it. I learned more about Elizabeth than I ever cared to, and more about my former boyfriend than I ever knew, when Jarrett felt free, I suppose, for the first time, to gush about his new beloved and anything else he wanted. Now that he was free to pursue her.

He told me, joyfully, that Beth was of Indian feriköy escort descent, with a pierced nose, glasses, and dark skin. What a contrast to my shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. She, unlike me, wanted a brood of rugrats. She, unlike me, was studying to be a doctor. She, unlike me, was coolheaded, unemotional and professional. Jarrett even called me, in a state of total moronic exuberance, to tell me that he had proposed to her, and that she had accepted. This was three months after our break up. By then, he had moved out of our apartment and in with Beth, and I was next in line after God and his mom for any emerging news.

I think Jarrett proposing to Beth was a tipping point in my life. That was when I decided that MEN = PAIN. My father hit me whenever he didn’t like anything I did, which was daily. My male teachers had messed with my mind, making me think that I couldn’t do math, science, computers, or drive, because the vagina apparently interfered with competence. At work, men had thrown me under the bus, stolen credit for my victories, and bullied me. Jarrett’s proposal to Beth was the proverbial ‘straw’ that broke my back. I was DONE with men, at least as done as my body would let me be.

Walking back home from the L station after work, I picked up a Chicago Reader from the 7/11 on the corner. Once home, I went to the Women Seeking Women ads, and starting calling phone numbers, down the line. I got one girl, live. Kathryn, aged 32, height 5’3, brown hair and eyes, pretty, petite and slim, she said. Also inexperienced, and available to meet at a neighborhood bar in an hour.

Having a bisexual fling might been considered a strange reaction to hearing that your soulmate is marrying another woman. But I first became aware of my attraction to women while dating Jarrett. He liked to go dancing at gay clubs, because the music was better. Sex was invariably great afterwards, because I was always so turned on, from seeing the women dancing together and making out. But I wasn’t fully aware of that then. Now, I was hurting too much to let another man near me. But the idea of a woman – it was comforting, somehow.

So I got this bi–curious woman, Kathryn, live on the phone. She’d said she could tell we were on the same wavelength, and agreed to meet at a bar near my apartment in Lincoln Park. I was delighted to see how cute she was when she walked in.

“Hey, I’m Kathryn. You Rachel?” said a ginger-haired pixie, standing before me with her hand extended to shake. She was an extremely cute girl, a slim, petite one who looked amazing in short hair, with her sculpted cheekbones, freckles, and elegant, upturned nose. Her mouth was small, her lips shaped like a heart.

“Yes, nice to meet you Kathryn. I’m Rachel.”

Kathryn grinned, which made her look even cuter. “Buy you a shot. What kind?”

“Tequila,” I laughed. I felt extremely happy. For the first time in months, a half hour went by without me thinking about Jarrett. It was Kathryn’s sparkly green eyes. They were mesmerizing as she told me story after story, entertaining me with her clever wit and her lighthearted laugh. I kept stealing glances at her, unable to believe that she was gay or bisexual.

“Are you always this charming,” I asked her, flirting awkwardly.

“Only when I’m happy,” she said. “I’m feeling very happy right now. Wanna know why?”

“Tell me,” I said, looking into her green eyes, and then quickly away, for I could not match her intensity.

“Because,” she said, draining her shot glass and motioning for the bartender to fill up two more, “you are a hottie, and this might be it, finally!” She winked at me as the bartender placed two tequila shots down on the bar counter.

“Really,” I said. (I was probably flushing with pleasure.) “Have you had some bad experiences with the Reader ad?”

“Most of these bitches are dumb and ugly!” Kathryn laughed. That turned me off a bit, and I must have looked away. Kathryn noticed.

“I’m not trying to be a jerk. It’s just that, have you met any gay or bi-curious women?”

“Well, not for dating. This is my first date, or whatever,” I said.

“Well, let me just warn you then, there are a lot of dogs out there,” she said. “And fatties. And psychos.”

I began to cry, feeling personally wounded by Kathryn’s rejection of lonely, unloved, unattractive women, the majority of whom probably made up the world. Now I was one of them too. It was all too much. I wasn’t what men liked to call ‘stable’ gülbağ escort at the moment.

“Hey, I’m not talking about you, ok?” Facing me, she took my hands in hers. Her nails were short and unpolished, but neat. Her warm hands held my larger ones as she searched my face. “You been through a rough time, kiddo?” she asked, touching my chin underneath, to get me to look at her, before reaching down to clasp my hand again. I raised my blue eyes to meet her twinkling green ones.

“Pretty rough,” I admitted. “Boyfriend of almost four years left me for his classmate, and now he’s marrying her. It’s been three months since we broke up.”

“Jeez, Rachel, that’s rough. That sucks, sweetie. Come here. How about a hug,” Kathryn said, extending her arms out to receive me.

And I really needed it, so I went to her. I let her hold me as I sobbed, getting mucous and tears on her soft blue angora sweater, sinking into her embrace. She smelled refreshing and clean, like citrus and cucumbers. She was smaller than me, but also about six years older. I felt safe in her embrace.

“It’s okay sweetie. Cry your heart out. I don’t mind. Let it out, hon. Everybody hurts sometimes. Let it out.” She patted me on the back as I sobbed it out.

At some point, I began to realize that I could feel her breasts pressing up against me as she held me. I focused on the sensation and realized that I could feel her hard nipples pushing through the angora sweater. With that realization, my own nipples grew erect and pushed through the lace of my black bra, underneath my own sweater. I was wet! I pulled away. “I’m sorry, I’m getting snot all over your pretty sweater,” I said, reaching for some bar napkins. I wiped her sweater with the tissues.

“Oh, I don’t care about that. It will wash off,” she smiled. “Feeling better?” she wiped away the tears, and then wiped around my eyes in gentle strokes, cleaning up the eyeliner and mascara that had smeared from my crying.

I was feeling better. Much better. How incredible it was to have my feelings validated! How amazing to be allowed to break down emotionally, on a first date, over my ex? And to not make me feel weak or crazy for it? And she still seemed to want me!

“I think I need to drink more,” I said. What if she kissed me, right in front of everyone here at my straight neighborhood tap? What if she didn’t?

“Six more shots,” Kathryn said to the bartender.

She turned and grinned at me in a lopsided manner that insinuated trouble. She looked, for a moment, like a really cute, scheming boy. It gave me a twitch down under. Yowza! I liked her grin. Something stirred in me – some slippery longing, finally awakened from slumber.

The bartender delivered the crowd of shotglasses. “Close it out,” Kathryn said to him. “Now Rachel,” she turned to me with that lopsided grin, “how much lubrication do you think you’ll need?”

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She waited until we were in my house to kiss me. I guess she didn’t want to be seen either. But the second we were in the door, she took charge.

I didn’t mean to slow her down — it’s just that I was so surprised by the kissing, and how different it was from anything I’d experienced with a man. It was just so SOFT. So delicious. So urgent and sweet. So hot and juicy. I want to eat her up and savor her forever at the same time. I held her face in my hands as I possessed her little mouth with mine in a deep soul kiss. She moaned, pressed her body up against mine, and her hands flew to my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down my legs. I pushed them off and away, and pulled that soft blue sweater up and over her head, leaving her short ginger hair floating in static. She laughed, undid her jeans and pushed them off. Then she lifted off my sweater, leaving me in my black lace bra and knee socks. We were giggling as we undressed each other, giddy from the tequila. But when I saw her breasts, I got another powerful twitch in my crotch.

I’d seen tens of thousands of women’s breasts in my life as a tennis athlete – thousands of stolen locker-room glances. Kathryns’ were exquisite – I mean exceptional. Maybe I say that now because I know what she did with them, but I probably thought they were miraculous from the first time I laid eyes on them.

She was probably a B cup, with her cone-shaped mounds standing at attention, for she wore no bra. That gave me another twitch – that I’d been feeling her bare breasts underneath that soft sweater at the bar. Her half-dollar-sized kağıthane escort areolas, brown with erect nipples, stretched out towards me. “Wow,” I said, falling down onto the couch in something like a trance. “You’re lovely.”

“You think?” she smiled, straddling me on the green sofa. Her freckled pale skin contrasted with my long white legs. She wore white high-cut boy briefs with red trim. It looked seductively androgynous, with its red boy-crotch outline, against her flat and girlish pussy and belly.

“Wow,” I said again, lowering myself down to a lying position on the couch.

Kathryn adjusted herself. Still straddling me in those maddening underpants, she lowered herself over me, now pressing her bare breasts against my bra-constrained ones. Her crotch felt hot against mine, her legs stretched out long against mine.

“Let’s just stay like this a second,” she said, and I had no argument.

It was all so new to me. I luxuriated in the warmth radiating from her luscious curves, the soft pull of her flesh, the invitation in her breathing. I could tell she was extremely aroused by the ragged edge to her breath, and that made me aroused. Wetness oozed from between my legs. Kathryn edged up to her elbows, her breasts poking down on me, and grinned that lopsided smile that made me twitch. Her grin widened. “Oh, I think she likes it,” Kathryn said, moving her arm downwards.

She placed her hand over my hot, wet crotch, and I could help but moan. Tucking her fingers underneath my buttocks, she reached under my thong and drew her finger down its length, retracting it slowly from inside the wet folds of my crease, sopping with my juices. “Mmmmmm,” she said, making a wickedly pleased face that sent another twitch through my privates. She tested my taste delicately, reaching out with a rigid tongue to lap up the juice on her finger. “MMMMM,” she confirmed, and then pulled aside my black thong with her other hand. She continued to make sounds of pleasure as she rubbed her fingers over my clit and labia, which I kept waxed. “It’s so smooth and slippery,” she said, “I could cum just touching it.” She slid her hand inside the boybriefs, touching herself.

“You’re getting me very excited,” I murmured.

She put her hands under her breasts, as if presenting me with a treasure. “Suck on them,” she demanded. And I complied, with pleasure, taking first one breast tip into my mouth, and then the other. I sucked on her nipples, and I blew on them. I traced delicate circles around each of her areolas with my tongue, while she moaned and pleasured herself under those boy briefs.

Then, she removed her breast from my suckling lips. Dragging them down the length of my torso, creating a trail of shivering sensation, she stopped to rest down between my legs, and looked up at me.

Her cute pixie haircut was sticking up in three directions, and she had a look of ecstasy in her eyes as she drew her breasts down to my pussy area. Then she dragged her nipples across the soft hollows on my inner thighs, sending shivers down my spine. She smiled up at me, lopsidedly.

Then, taking her right breast into her right hand, she brought her nipple to touch the lips of my pussy. She traced a path along one side of my crease with her protruding nipple, which seemed to grow fuller by the minute, up along the inside tip and then down the other side of my cunt. I shivered, waiting for it. Then I felt her nipple pressing up against the nub of my clitoris, and I nearly lost it. “Oh my God,” I cried out, groaning with pleasure, and looking down at Kathryn. “OH!”

She was fucking me with her breast, inserting it several inches into my vagina and then pulling it out again, leaving a sucking void hungry to be filled again. “Come on!” I screamed, as she groaned and pumped me with her conical breast, and fucked herself with her other hand. A wave of pure pleasure rolled up from my feet, threatening to drown me in its delicious intensity. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” we both began to chant, before crashing together in mutual ecstasy.

It was … amazing. Incredible. In my wildest imagination, I’d never considered such total pleasure. Pleasure that left me feeling whole, instead of taken.

“Wow,” I said again. What a poet.

Kathryn crawled back up to the top of the couch and lay half atop, half beside me. She was still breathing hard, having done most of the work. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Are you kidding? Am I OK?” I laughed. Then I realized that maybe she was asking because she was not okay. I hugged her closer. “Are you ok?”

“Never been better. In my whole life,” she said, snuggling her cold-tipped nose into the warm place between my breasts. She fell asleep there, snuggling, while I stared off at a cobweb on the ceiling, my brow furrowed, thinking, and feeling.